I abhor the roots of agony
When
My spirit gets wounded

I begin to sense the root
When
I am sadder

Then
My Spirit is shaped
Into a Colossus

Then
I get re birth
Then
I become a warrior

O'my beloved students
You are
"The splendid lives" of this world
Which receives your splendor
Essences within you -I hope -
Illuminate your ambiences
O'my beloved kids
Don't be allured
By tinsel deception
That awaits you
Know where you
were -are -will be
Till you reach
What you want to be
Think of the root,kids,
When you blossom
That causes you bloom
Hope you reach "the peak"
It's my farewell word

I sit humming
My innate blues
.
Amidst
the dead air of graveyard
That is listening
To The music
Of cracking skulls
.
When I am dull

Ruthlessly
The dark truth swallowed
The nectar that I made
That I made using my sweat
.
Appeasing
my innocent arms
I began to make it again
For The next day
.
I am breathing
The hope anew
To bury the yestercruelty
.
Now the demon
Disguised in saint's
******* my laborious blood
.
Still I am alone
At the horizon
Awaiting a new morning.

I am on
the peak-the top
My desired goal
.
Now
I am in
The "Fear of stumbling"
.
Just I have learnt
The worth of "the bottom"